"Xiao Gu, your job is to keep an eye on these antiques and make sure they don't make any mistakes."
The old curator patted Gu Fan on the shoulder and spoke seriously.
Gu Fan nodded. As night fell, he took out the worn notebook.
"Old antiques? No, they are my terracotta warriors and horses, my mythical army!"
He tapped the tip of his pen, and on the chapter recording the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, a clay statue of terracotta warriors and horses trembled.
"Crack!" The soil peeled off, and a Qin Rui Shi wearing heavy armor opened his majestic eyes.
"What? The treasure of the museum next door was stolen?"
Gu Fan took his time and lightly traced the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" on his notebook.
"The fairy mountain in the painting appears!"
For a time, the museum was filled with mountains and celestial beings, and the thieves were instantly lost in it.
When everyone thought he was an ordinary night shift manager,
Gu Fan already has a "mythical army" composed of bronze mythical beasts, Mohist organs, strange beasts from the mountains and seas, and even famous historical generals!
Who says history is dead? I, Gu Fan, want to make it come alive and subvert the world!
